Paroles de Dead in ditches

That's when we,Thats when we,Thats when we ride.That's when we,Thats when weRide on these bitches.

That's when we,Thats when we,Thats when we ride.That's when we,Thats when weRide on these bitches.

That's when we ride on bitches,You fucking faggot snitches,So don't you try, we're packing 9's,We leave you dead in ditches.

That's when we ride on bitches,You fucking faggot snitches,So don't you try, we're packing 9's,We leave you dead in ditches.

Don't get us wrongWe only made this song,To make you feel hardWhen you hit the bong.

When the 40`s upAnd then the 40`s gone,To lick shots kill cops,To a hip-hop song.

So pull them toastersOut them holsters,Pull that shirt rightOff your shoulders,Pull that 9 this is how you hold her,Pull that trigger, h.u. soldiers.

Punk, rock out on the block,Tick tock you can not stop (stop),Hip-hop like when we drop top so hotJohnny 3's been drinking whiskey,Trigger finger feeling frisky,When you shoot it's so damn risky,Dead in a ditch,But i hope you miss me

That's when we ride on bitches,You fucking faggot snitches,So don't you try, we're packing 9's,We leave you dead in ditches.

That's when we ride on bitches,You fucking faggot snitches,So don't you try, we're packing 9's,We leave you dead in ditches.

Wait up hold on...oh no,Got you faggots in a choke hold,And i think i like you,But my 9 show don't.

And how many shots tillYou hit that flow, i bet fo.(yo charlie you loco).Fo show, how manyPeople dipping in my fo door.

(i see three) bitch no,There's five in the back,And your girls on my lap,She's a down low, pro ho, fo show.

What? what the fuck did i just say?I don't ask any questions i just spray.So hey, what i may say may be risquDeuce made me this way.

That's why you don't want no beef,Cause me verse you's like beat the geeks.And we can talk right or in the street,But my gun talks firstCause he loves to speakbitch

That's when we ride on bitches,You fucking faggot snitches,So don't you try, we're packing 9's,We leave you dead in ditches.

That's when we ride on bitches,You fucking faggot snitches,So don't you try, we're packing 9's,We leave you dead in ditches.

Yoin the coupe devilleWith the shiny rims,Playing these bitches like a violin.I got more freaks than a carnival,Pop the trunk there's my arsenal.I got bats gats straps so let's start a war,I'll eat you alive like a carnivore.

My guns need nicotineThey smoke more than me,I'm with my boy charles p,He'll go to war with me.

Ooh wee.yo king kongSwinging from a tree,Dropping on theseHaters so they bleed,

I'm coming at youBitches full speed,(funny man lay off the weed!).

Oh people get jealousWhen i'm skating' on daytons,And that's like freddyKruger hating' on jason.

That's got the funny man losingHis patience leave you deadIn a ditch on highland and franklin

That's when we ride on bitches,You fucking faggot snitches,So don't you try, we're packing 9's,We leave you dead in ditches.

What, say what the fuck, six shooters up,Now what the fuckpoint them up.Who's down to ride, who's down to ride?Undead pop shots we're down to die.

Who's down to die?Whos down to die?Undead pop shots,Were bound to ride.

Black hat side ways white bold la,Flat on your back leaveYou smoked like an ashtray.

Wig split face ripped,Nod if you're listeningShot to the crossLeave you dead like a christian.

Pop, pop, your heart just stops, stopsWhen i just cock, cock,My gun cause i shoot forFun that's how the west was won.

I sell an ounce andThen i sell two more,Then i come to collectWith the pistol 44.

There's some truth to that,About the weed or the gat,You may never know,Just leave it at (gunshot)

That's when we,Thats when we,Thats when we ride.That's when we,Thats when weRide on these bitches.

That's when we,Thats when we,Thats when we ride.That's when we,Thats when weRide on these bitches.